Word up, Tequila style... eat the worm motherfuckerTequila spice, hot niceFeeling right, sipping on Jose CuervoDown in Tiajuana, MexicoThinking of the big score the night beforeMet the connect, who was impressively dressedIn high fabricsWith troops like Babe Ruth, up on the mezzanineBrandishing sub-machine guns, aye-yoIt's all about the money, sonNow that's the only reasonWe came south of the border, to complete this work orderWe gotta get it, no looking back, going all out for itReady to attack, die in a minute flat for itAs God is my witness, we got ditchesfor all you motherfuckin fake bitchesIt all boils down to the businessNothing personal, when niggaz acting like they helping youI fuckin blast you like Frank Castle, motherfucker!

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Tequila Sunrise, bloodshot eyesRealize we're all born to dieSo get the money nigga!(repeat 2x)

Verse Two: B-Real

I never knew money like this, in the palm of my hand'Til I met the man with mad hook-up, and big planEvery where you look'a, he got everybody shook upRunning for cover, the big bad WOOF, motherfuckerHe was like a father figure, show me the bigger pictureFuck slangin' on the corner, don't let the pigs get youNot like these fools who don't comprehendYou end up doing a twenty-five bid in the penYou got that? Getting your cup, I took a swigThe bitter taste of the 'mezcal', free worm shitDroppin' a lesson, he slapped my face, he said listenPay attention brotha, you're my ace, but don't ever questionJust do what I say, and you'll be richAnd keep this in your mind: rats lay in a ditch with no spineDon't ever forget that golden rule in the gameCheers, they all know your name, it's like fameWhy, women and money don't mix, like drinking an' drivingWatch those conniving women and keep your eye outAlways be aware of what's around youThey wanna down you, and fuckin clown youKeep your shit in order the money won't stopPretty soon you'll be on top

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Verse Three: B-Real

Tequila Sunrise, with the bloodshot eyesMy, my, my, how time flies and goes by surpriseMy mentor passed on and passed a warn to me, emergencyFor my enemies who wanna murder meEat the worm, motherfucker, while you burn, motherfuckerBetter kill me, don't let me return, motherfuckerTrust no man, cause I'll be back, you understand?With a plan, and my ace in hand, I want it allI recall the words from Jesus, you are the JuiceBetter go get it, don't let it get to your head, embed itLet these words stick, you better be ready to dieNow take a fucking sip, caution it, but I never lie